How

How might we express that timeA shared union, past tense sureReal and imagined, to some extentBound, yet also aloofWhole, complete, fulfilledAnd toxic tooOnce, that was usGone now, and for the best

Cinquain February 7

morningdew, gentle breezecalming, stirring, anewpromise hangs on the air, we startat dawnnonsensethat kind of stuffno need to cover ithassles the mind, always best toavoidreactgiving responsecould relax, mute the tonecrowd demands more, for the dollarclassic

The Curtain Fell

Foolish to linger.  There is a balance to the delight.  You both played your parts. Often it is manifest in fleeting affection.  The curtain fell long ago. Tis better to remain oblivious to the likelihood that your world will be pulled asunder. You wanted to take a bow.  Giving the heart ample opportunity to cling